Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 230: Who

"You look better today, Father. I’m glad. Doctor said he might discharge you sooner than expected." Patrick said as he walked into the hospital room slowly.

Sir Robert Collins nodded at the words, but his sharp gaze did not miss how pallid Patrick looked. His eyes lingered on his son’s face, narrowing slightly as he asked sharply, "And how are you doing? What does the doctor have to say about you?"

Patrick gave a smile and shook his head. "Nothing much." He stepped further into the room and glanced at the monitors beside the bed. After a pause, he sighed and looked at the older man not giving him a chance to ask any more questions. "I have some news. Spencer is going to be here soon. What do you want to do when he brings back Adam and Saira?"

Sir Robert frowned. His fingers, resting on the blanket, twitched slightly. "Is there any news about Melanie?"

Patrick shook his head again. "No. Nothing yet. As far as I know, the legal procedure in Maniwa is slow. It could take years for Melanie to be fully convicted or granted a bail.

Sir Robert’s jaw tightened at that and he nodded "Once we get Adam’s death certificate, we can make arrangements for the funeral. And we should publicize what Melanie has done. Find someone who can put pressure on the people there to bring things to a head soon. It should not be too difficult. And once everything is done, we’ll make an even bigger announcement. It would be good to claim that I suffered the heart attack because of this news. It would also easily explain your return."

Patrick nodded. " Do you want me to help you with this?" When Sir Robert Collins nodded, he sighed and added slowly. " Okay then. I’ll go and make arrangements for all this." He walked over to the bedside table and picked up a tray. "Here’s your medicine."

Sir Robert glanced at the pills and grimaced. He shifted uncomfortably, his mouth twisting at the sight of them.

Patrick smiled faintly. "These will be discontinued as soon as you’re discharged. So don’t make a face."

Sir Robert sighed and took the pills without a word. Patrick handed him a glass of water and watched as he swallowed them slowly, grimacing again as the last one went down. " I don’t like. At least one of these makes me dizzy."

"It must be so you can rest well. Do you want me to handle the press statement a s well?" Patrick asked after a moment.

Sir Robert nodded. "Keep it simple. No theatrics. Just the facts. Let the story speak for itself. Also, make sure to advertise that Adam was cheating on Melanie."

Patrick moved to the window and looked out, his hands in his pockets. The sky was overcast, and the glass felt cold when he leaned against it. He didn’t say anything for a while, organising his thoughts.

"When is Spencer arriving?" Sir Robert asked.

"Tomorrow morning," Patrick replied without turning around. "I’ll meet him at the airport."

Sir Robert said nothing. He leaned back against the pillows, his eyes half-closed.

Patrick looked over his shoulder. "Is there anything else you want me to do before then?"

Sir Robert shook his head slowly. "Just make sure everything is ready. And... don’t go to get Spencer. He is a big boy. He can come on his own."

Patrick remained by the window for a moment longer, then turned back toward the bed. He studied his father’s face, noting the lines etched deeper than before, the weariness that hadn’t been there months ago. His voice was quieter this time.

"What do you think about Spencer?"

Sir Robert looked up at him, eyes narrowing again. "What do you mean?"

Patrick hesitated, then walked back toward the bed, pulling a chair closer before sitting down. "I mean... if something were to happen to me. Would he be a good guardian?"

Sir Robert stared at him, frowning. "No," he said firmly. "First, nothing is going to happen to you. But if anything does, I am still here."

Patrick watched him closely but said nothing. He waited.

Sir Robert shifted on the bed, adjusting the blanket as if the movement could distract him. Then, after a pause, he added, "However... I’ll make some arrangements for this. Don’t worry."

There was a brief silence between them until Patrick leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together.

He looked at his father’s troubled face. "It’s odd, isn’t it, father?"

Sir Robert’s gaze flicked to him, but he said nothing as he sent Patrick a questioning look.

Patrick continued, his tone flat but probing. "You’ve done everything you can to bring Spencer to the top. Every decision, every reshuffle in the family. You even planned to leave everything to him-every treasure we’ve built. But when it comes to trusting him with a child... we’re both hesitant."

Sir Robert’s lips thinned into a line. His fingers, still resting near the edge of the blanket, curled again, this time more deliberately.

Patrick sat back in the chair, eyes fixed on the older man. "I wonder why that is."

Sir Robert exhaled through his nose. "He’s capable. He’s strong-willed. Ambitious."

"But?" Patrick pressed.

Sir Robert met his gaze now. "But there are things he lacks. Balance. Restraint. He doesn’t know when to stop. You give him a cause, he’ll follow it to the end, even if it leaves nothing behind. That makes him unsuitable

Patrick nodded slowly. "I’ve thought the same."

Sir Robert looked away. "I chose him for the empire. I didn’t choose him for the family. There’s a difference."

Patrick was silent, letting that statement settle. Then he asked quietly, "Do you regret it?"

"No," Sir Robert said. Then, after a pause, "But I might change a few details now. A few balances."

Patrick didn’t respond right away. He stood up and walked back to the window, this time resting a hand on the glass. The cold steadied him and said slowly, "Spencer doesn’t know how to protect what matters. He knows how to attack, but not how to preserve."

Patrick closed his eyes briefly. Then he nodded and whispered, "But I’ll make sure someone who does understand value of life... will take care of Adir."

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